| The scene around him comes alive—the memories of this place he held close, tucked into the dark safe spots of his mind recapture this moment. For the first time (truthfully, it has been the longest time), he has felt a void fill within him. A void he had longed to fill with the hunger of life outside of these dream-like walls, away from the world of dreams he has escaped to. Rodrik turns to look back to his niece. He has forgotten many things, some of these things had been important to him one time ago. Yet, he is learning to find them again. They will rekindle into his life, or so he wishes to awaken them once again. He searches to fill his void. To find the emptiness he has often searched for his entire life since he left the jungle. Is it here where he will find his purpose again? “I am sorry,” he says genuinely, “I have forgotten many things it seems.” Their world had been the same, though hers likely had been more brief due to the change the fairies had brought to Beqanna. These lands he had learned, had known all of his life were left in a world far away—only fading memories, and this world of dreams he finds himself in. Suddenly, he feels in his body. The mending of his red flesh comes together, healing him into something he had been so long ago. It tickles at the way she shapes and shifts him into a young, energetic two-year old. If he did not have an immortal soul and lived as an undead-being, he would have something more ragged and ruby than what he adorns now. But he is even more so what he would be, a pure soul that knows no limits of death—only life fills his veins and fills his soul. When she pulls away from his presence, he cannot help but watch her. She dwells in her own memories of this place. Rodrik wonders what life she has lived, what places and things she has seen and done. Did she find regret? Love? A family? He wants to ask, but he isn’t sure how long they can stay here. He knows he should do the same, pull his memories and find them. Rodrik isn’t really certain why he has picked this place of all place, but something tells him he must find out. There is something here he must learn, or relearn to live again. Then again is something else tempting in this world. Could he stay in the world of dreams? It felt more certain than the world he had left behind. But the world flickers around him. He finds himself frowning at the glint of the jungle fading away for a second. Was it so easily lost, just as his life had flickered and flashed before him these last something years? Rodrik smiles at her when she does, it replaces the frown that quickly had been placed onto his fire-red lips. “It does,” he agrees as he finally realizes the scent that fills his nostrils. “Times changes everything though,” he whispers back to her, “Even our own family does.” He knows time and death has taken the ones he has loved, even though he could simply summon them to the world again, so easily. But was it even real if he did? Would they be the same? Is it the same here, or they just pieced together from the memories and dreams he has of them? “Would they even be real?” he asks staring at his niece, he stares at her longing to know the answer. |
@[Kagerus]
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